Luyện nghe bài hát Princess of New York

By the cans the sits
In her she holds a plastic bag
She from the supermarket
Her eyes starring holes into the
Open are her radio
for her backyard bed

She knows story
Of all the gloom and
This wrote through all the years

You can't miss her she is
Always to a mailbox
Whispering secrets right
The darkness you can't hear her
or talk but believe me that she is
The of new york

5th avenue she walks
Dragging her body round the
to collect her meal
The parking meters are her
For one she's got a name
eddie how are you today ?